Adultery Mere papa ke boss ko meri mummy ki badi gaand pasand hai.

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CHAPTER 18

Meree maan meree aankhon ke saamane asalee phoohad ban gaee hai

Mummy ki kamar ab ekdum dhoondhli si ho gayi thi, tezi se upar-neeche ho rahi thi, jaise pagalpan chadh gaya ho, uski sunehri gaand Davendra ki jaanghon se takra rahi thi aur poore villa mein geeli chap-chap ki gandi symphony goonj rahi thi.


Har baar jab woh neeche girti, uski phooli hui chut uske mote, naswaale lund ko poora nigal jaati, ek laalchi squelch ke saath, chut ki lips shaft ke aas-paas poori khinch jaati, phir jab woh upar uthati toh uski cream se lund poora bhara-bhara dikhta.

 Mangalsutra uske bhaari-bhaari boobs ke beech jhoole ki tarah jhool raha tha, pavitra dhaaga uski paseene se bheegi skin par bilkul ganda lag raha tha.


Usne gardan itni zor se peeche ki ki uske lambe kaale baal hawa mein chaabuk ki tarah lahere, aankhein band, muh ek gol perfect O ban gaya poore jaanwar jaise maze mein.


“Aaaaahhhh… Davendraaaa… haan bhagwan… aur gehra chod… tera bada lund mujhe barbaad kar raha hai… mere pet mein mehsoos ho raha hai… rukna mat… kabhi mat rukna!”


Uski aawaaz har shabd par toot rahi thi, cheekhein itni unchi ki lagta tha uski rooh se nikal rahi ho. Woh sirf moan nahi kar rahi thi – woh ibadat kar rahi thi, dua maang rahi thi, minnat kar rahi thi, jaise das saal se bhookhi ho aur aakhirkaar khana mil gaya ho.






“HAAN… HAAN… WAHI… tera lund Kishore se kitna mota hai… mujhe phaad raha hai… main teri gandi shadi-shuda randi hoon… teri gaand-wali kutiya… chod mujhe… apna bana… andar bhar de!”


Uska jism poora khud chalne laga tha. Har neeche ka dhakka bijli ka jhatka deta tha, jaanghein kaanp rahi thi, pet sakht ho raha tha, chut uske lund ke aas-paas phadphada rahi thi. Woh chahe toh bhi ruk nahi paati – maza itna tez, itna barbaad karne wala tha.


Davendra ke bade haathon ne uski patli kamar ko lohe ki tarah jakad liya, ungliyaan naram flesh mein gadh gayi, uski wild rhythm ko aur control karte hue, aankhein us legendary gaand par jam gayi thi.


Woh dekhta raha – har thappad par gaand ki lahar uth rahi thi, jab upar uthati toh dono cheeks alag ho jaate, jab neeche girti toh zor se takrate, jaise toofani samundar mein lehrein.
Usne gale se ghoomka bhari aawaaz nikali, poora pagal.


“Prisha… dekh yeh perfect gaand… dekh kaise upar-neeche uchal rahi hai… yeh gaand toh dabane ke liye hi bani hai… main ise hamesha dekh sakta hoon…”


Usne ek cheek par zor ka thappad maara – awaaz bijli ki tarah goonji. Mummy ne maze se cheekh maari aur aur zor se neeche giri.
“Phir se, baby… please apni randi ki gaand par thappad maar… nishaan laga… mujhe apna bana!”


Davendra ne mauka nahi chhoda – baaye, daaye, baar-baar, har thappad se sunehri skin par laal haath ke nishaan ubhar aaye. Har jhatke se mummy ki chut aur tight ho jaati, lund ko laalchi pulses se doodh rahi thi.


Main keyhole se chipka khada tha, aankh poori laga kar, har cheez crystal clear dekh raha tha. Yeh us party wale cloakroom ke 5 minute ke gande, jaldi-jaldi blowjob se kitna zyada kharab tha.


Woh ganda, jaldbaazi wala, sharminda tha. Yeh toh poori tabahi thi. Meri maa nasht ho chuki thi aur ek lund-ki-pyaasi devi ban chuki thi, doosre mard ka naam chillate hue, jabki Papa door nach rahe the, bilkul bekhabar.


Aur sabse buri baat – jo mujhe khud se nafrat dila rahi thi – mera khud ka lund pant mein paththar jaisa sakht ho chuka tha aur dard de raha tha.
Shuru mein sharam se thoda hila, phir poora khada ho gaya, chahe kitna bhi mana kar loon, neeche nahi ja raha tha.


Mera jism ko koi parwah nahi ki yeh meri maa hai, yeh nuclear level ka dhokha hai. Mere andar kuchh andhera jaag raha tha jo uske uchalte boobs, hilti gaand, chillate chehre ko dekh kar bhookha ho raha tha.


Ek dum se Davendra ek jhatke mein uth baitha, ek mazboot baah utha kar uski kamar mein lapeti aur usse palat diya. Ab bhi reverse cowgirl, lekin ab woh darwaze ki taraf, meri taraf mukh kar rahi thi – lekin mujhe dekh nahi pa rahi thi.


Keyhole se uska sundar chehra bilkul saaf dikh raha tha: aankhein aadhi band, shisha si, hoth phoole hue, gaal laal, paseene ki chamak se devi si lag rahi thi.





Uske bhaari boobs har dhakke ke saath wild bounce kar rahe the – upar-neeche, side-side, chaati se takra rahe the, kaale nipple bullet jaise sakht. Mangalsutra unke beech pendulum ki tarah jhool raha tha, jaise meri duniya khatam hone ka countdown kar raha ho.


“Oh bhagwan… Davendra… main hamesha teri kutiya rahungi… tera personal fucktoy… ab yeh chut is lund ki ho gayi!”
Yeh shabd mere dil mein kaanch ke tukde ki tarah chubhe. Meri maa doosre mard ke lund ki gulam ban rahi thi.


Davendra ke dhakke ab jaanwar jaise ho gaye. Kamar upar tez-tez thok raha tha, itna zor se ki bed hil raha tha, headboard deewar se thak-thak kar raha tha.
“Prisha… fuck… main jhadne wala hoon… bata kahan chahiye… abhi bata…”


Mummy ka jawab ekdum aaya, be-sharam aur beqabu:
“Andar, Davendra ji… please andar hi jhad do… apni shadi-shuda randi ki chut bhar do… har boond meri kokh mein daal do… kal jab Kishore ke bagal mein baith kar nashta karungi tab bhi tera paani andar mehsoos karna chahti hoon!”


Yeh sun kar main poora toot gaya. Rona, chillana, andar ghus kar rokna chahta tha. Lekin paaon zameen se chipke the.
Davendra ne garaj maari, kamar par itna zor se pakda ki ungliyaan safed ho gayi, aur upar tez-tez thokne laga. Geeli squelch gandi ho gayi, chut uske lund se cream neeche beh rahi thi.


“Le phir… har boond le… aa raha hai… unghhhh!”
Poora andar gadh kar jhad gaya.


Mummy ka poora jism akad gaya. Aankhein peeche chali gayi, sirf safedi dikh rahi thi, muh khula, cheekh ruk gayi, peeth tirkaaman ki tarah tedhi.


Usne chaadar noch li, jaanghein kaanp rahi thi, ek-ek moti rassi garam paani uski kokh mein bhar raha tha. Aurat aise hi karti hai – poora thham jaati hai, har boond andar rokne ki koshish karti hai, jaise paani pavitra ho, jaise bred hona chahti ho, mark hona chahti ho.


Phir woh aage gir gayi, ab bhi lund andar, Davendra uske upar, dono haanph rahe the jaise marathon daud kar aaye ho.
Usne uske kandhe, gardan, geele baal chume, saanson ke beech taarif ki.


“Meri perfect, khoobsurat randi… tune har boond andar le li… zindagi mein itna tez kabhi nahi jhada… tu lajawab hai…”
Mummy ne sust muskurahat ke saath sir ghumaya, gala baitha hua, khush.


“Andar teri garmi mehsoos kar rahi hoon… itna bhara hua… poori raat aise hi rakhungi… kal subah jab Kishore mujhe kiss karega tab bhi tera paani andar tapak raha hoga…”





Dono dheere-dheere, sust kiss karne lage, jeebh ab naram, haath paseene wali skin par pyar se ghoom rahe the.
Main ek second aur nahi dekh saka.


Main ladkhadate hue apne room tak gaya, darwaza zor se band kiya, lock lagaya aur bed par muh ke bal gir gaya.
Meri zindagi tukde-tukde ho chuki thi.


Papa ka bharosa bhara smile jab humein bye bola tha.
Mummy ka “good night, beta” wala pyaar bhara kiss mere maathe par.


Har family photo, har chhutti, har Sunday ka nashta – sab zeher ban gaya tha.
Mera lund ab bhi dard de raha tha.
Main ganda, ghinnona, toota hua mehsoos kar raha tha.


Apni maa ko dekh kar kaise excite ho sakta tha?
Lekin tasveerein nahi ja rahi thi: uske uchalte boobs, chillata chehra, moti gaand ka clap-clap, kutiya ki tarah breed hone ki minnat.


Pant ke upar se pakda, phir sharam se chhod diya. Phir pakda. Phir chhoda.
Teesri baar pakad kar khud ko gaali di.


Lada, lekin haara.
Kaanpti haathon se zip kholi, sakht lund bahar nikala aur tez, gusse aur sharam se hilane laga.
Upar-neeche.


Aur tez.
Aur zor se.
Mummy ki cheekhein aur Davendra ka chodna dimaag mein goonj raha tha.


Zindagi ka sabse tez jhada, itna zor se moan kiya ki laga villa sun lega, shirt aur pet par moti rassi paani gir gaya.
Ek pal ke liye achha laga.
Phir sharam ka tsunami aa gaya.


Knock knock knock.
“Jai beta? Tu theek hai na andar?” Mummy ki pyar bhari, fikar wali aawaaz corridor se.
Main thham gaya, paani ab bhi tapak raha tha.


“Mujhe zor se siski sunayi di… bukhar toh nahi beta? Darwaza khol, dekh loon.”
Davendra ki gehri aawaaz peeche se: “Kya hua beta? Wapas aane se chup hai. Darwaza khol, hum dekh lein. Zor se awaaz aayi thi teri.”


Meri aawaaz baithi aur tooti hui nikli: “Nahi-nahi… main theek hoon… sach mein… party mein zyada rich khana kha liya… pet kharab hai… dawai le li hai…”


Mummy fikar se: “Pakka na beta? Aawaaz theek nahi lag rahi. Main andar aa jaun? Paani aur hajmola laati hoon.”
“Nahi Ma please… main bed par hoon… bas sona hai… pakka theek hoon… fikar mat karo…”


Lambi khamoshi.
Davendra: “Sone de ladke ko, Prisha. Woh bacha nahi raha. Kehta hai theek hai toh theek hai. Chal bed par.”


Mummy ne thodi der ruk kar: “Theek hai… lekin agar kuchh bhi chahiye ho, raat ke teen baje bhi bula lena. Mummy yahin hai.”
“Haan Ma… good night…”


Unke kadam door chale gaye.
Main bed par wapas gir gaya, chhat dekh raha tha, paani thanda ho raha tha meri skin par.


Mujhe ajeeb sa achha aur bilkul ghatiya mehsoos ho raha tha.
Paanch baatein dimaag mein aag ki tarah jal rahi thi:

• Maine abhi apni maa ko doosre mard se chudte aur breed hote dekh kar muthth maari thi.
  
• Maine uske saamne jhooth bola jab uski chut ab bhi uske paani se bhari thi aur woh darwaze ke bahar pyaari maa ban rahi thi.
  
• Mere andar ka andhera kal phir dekhna chah raha tha.
  
• Mujhe Papa se nafrat ho rahi thi ki itne andhe, bharosa karne wale, bilkul bekhabar.
  
• Sabse buri baat – main samajh raha tha mummy kyun nahi ruk pa rahi, kyunki mere andar bhi wohi bhookh jaag rahi thi, aur woh baat mujhe duniya se zyada dara rahi thi.
  

Subah hui. Dhoop patli pardo se chhan kar aayi, kamre ko sunehra kar diya.
Mummy dheere-dheere hili, sust aaram se khinch kar, jaise khush billi, har muscle mein mazedar dard.


Woh nayi janmi hui thi: skin chamak rahi thi, hoth ab bhi thodi phoole hue, jaanghon ke beech mazedar dard – kal raat ka secret reminder.


Davendra wooden tray le kar wapas aaya: garma-garam croissant, kate aam, do masala chai ke cup, aur crystal vase mein ek laal gulab.
Sirf neeche grey towel lapeta hua, shower ke paani ki boonde uski chaudi chaati aur kandhon par ab bhi thi, towel ke neeche uska aadha sakht lund dikh raha tha.


Mummy bed par uth baithi, chadar kamar tak gir gayi, sust muskurayi. Usne purple satin bra aur matching lace panty pehni thi jo kuchh bhi nahi chhupa rahi thi, rang se uski sunehri skin aur rich lag rahi thi.






“Dekh meri rani,” Davendra ne tray rakh kar dheere uski maatha, phir hoth chume. “Jaise poora sooraj nigal liya ho. Kal raat tujhe suit kiya.”


Usne naram hansi hasi, phir khinch kar peeth tedhi ki, boobs satin se ubhar aaye. “Maza aa raha hai. Har inch buzz kar rahi hai. Ab bhi tujhe andar mehsoos kar rahi hoon… gehra, garam, perfect.”
Woh bed par baith gaya, ungli se aam khilaaya. Usne uski ungli chaat li besharam se.


“Tune mujhe woh bana diya jo main jaanti bhi nahi thi,” aankhon mein chamak, “Pehle thaki-thaki uthti thi, khushi ka natak karti thi. Aaj sach mein khush uthi hoon kyunki jism ko yaad aa gaya asli maza kya hota hai.”


Davendra ne baal hata kar bola, “Achha hai. Kyunki tujhe roz aise hi khush rakhne ka plan hai jab tak tu mujhe chahengi.”
Nashta dheere kiss aur kaatne ke beech khatam hua, chai girte-girte bachi jab woh uski god mein chadh gayi aur gehri bhookhi kiss ki.


Phir mummy bed se utar kar nange paaon balcony par gayi, subah ki thandi hawa uski garam skin par. Railing par jhuk kar aankhein band ki, dhoop chehra garam kar rahi thi.



 


Jaanghon ke beech ka mazedar dard har harkat mein throb kar raha tha; woh khuli hui, khush, poori tarah se pyar pa chuki aurat jaise mehsoos kar rahi thi.

Davendra ek minute baad aaya, ab bhi sirf towel. Peeche se baahen daali, gardan par hoth.
“Subah khoobsurat hai meri khoobsurat aurat ke liye.”


Usne gardan tedhi ki, zyada jagah di. “Zindagi mein pehli baar itni zinda mehsoos kar rahi hoon Davendra ji. Poora jism tere wajah se ga raha hai.”


Usne dheere ghumaya, dheemi gehri kiss ki.
Ek bada haath neeche gaya, purple lace ke upar se gaand dabayi, poora pyar se malish.



  

“Is gaand ne,” usne hothon par growl ki, aur zor se dabaya, “is perfect laalchi gaand ne aadhi raat jagaye rakha. Abhi dhoop mein dekh kar hi khada ho gaya.”


Prisha ne kiss mein siski bhari, peeche dhakka maara. “Toh phir le le baby… yahin balcony par, jahan poori duniya dekh le ki tune mujhe kitni besharam, kitni khush biwi bana diya.”